LET'S CLEAN THE SKY OF TALES

We do not know the weeds
that grow in bed with flowers
staring like weary cops
unmindful of birds at dusk
the more they know legends
the worse it becomes to live:
let's clean the sky of tales
of covenants and prophets
and be at peace with earth's
bushes and weeds and flowers



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-06-19 at 08:14

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i agree, peace is a fingertip away at times, only to be blown by the winds of change.
2005-06-29